Night At the Museum

I'm going home for the last time
Painting over the traces I've left
Mother's coffee and childhood bedroom
Relics of my life hanging on the walls
Just in reach
And out of hand

So tell me if I've overstayed my welcome
I'm afraid of moving on
Talking to myself again unanswered
Asking when I have to grow up

I love the life I've made
But I can't help mourning
The child who couldn't see it play out
And if I could tell her anything
I'd say: 'you're enough just for existing'

Every moment is my purpose
Surrounded in love for being



Credits
Writer(s): Faith Maddox
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